Red Tears
Home is Home
In the fields so plain
With hair just like wool
There over the hilltop
Is Scratching, shouting
And hair being pulled
Trying to escape the gory battle
Red Tears of pain
Rich and thick
Slowly drips
From the tired eyes
It begins to stick
To the cheeks
That no longer blushes
From the sound of its name
From the snarling teeth
Are toxic comments
That poisons the soul
And curled lips
That shows the expression
leave me alone
the vicious beasts
That never says
We love you
For love and attention
We dance with the starving wolves
Daily thoughts of
Are these our last goodbyes
As the pure tears
Of poison drips
Down from the eyes
And the whispers
Of lies
Leave a trail of
Wretched apologies
And sorrow
Screeching down the dark empty hallways
Transforming our minds to weightless
And hollow denies
Closing the door
So the scorching light doesn’t catch us
Bathing in blood
Because that’s the way
We show our love
In this home
Love hurts
About the Creator
Tyrel Curtis
I take her hand, hold it close
she cries, I overdose
pondering why, her puddle of tears
gets me high.
~My native tongue is POETRY
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